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A34585	Pompey the Great a tragedy as it was acted by the servants of His Royal Highness the Duke of York / translated out of French by certain persons of honour.; Mort de Pompée. English	Corneille, Pierre, 1606-1684.; Waller, Edmund, 1606-1687.; Dorset, Charles Sackville, Earl of, 1638?-1706.; Sedley, Charles, Sir, 1639?-1701.	1664 (1664)	Wing C6319; ESTC R2242	31,433	62

POMPEY THE GREAT A Tragedy As it was Acted by the Servants of His Royal Highness the Duke of YORK Translated out of French by Certain PERSONS OF HONOUR Qui se Lectori credere malunt Quam spectatoris fastidia ferre superbi Namque Equitis quoque jam migravit ab aure Voluptas Omnis ad incertos oculos gaudia Vana Horat. LONDON Printed for Henry Herringman and are to be Sold at his Shop at the Sign of the Anchor in the Lower Walk of the New-Exchange 1664. PROLOGUE AT THE HOUSE FRom Greece the place where Wit and Learning grew To Conquering Rome the Banish'd Muses flew With other Spoils adorning so her State That all her Writers seem but to Translate From thence the Roman Eagle on her Wing These Entertainments tow'rds the North did bring Of such Delights cold Regions owe their part Not to kind Nature but to Care and Art The Peach the Tulip Nectarine and Rose Not in our Woods but in our Garden grows Who nothing will but what is Home-bred taste Must live content with Acorns and with Most For your Diversion we this Night present A Fruit which grew upon the Continent Of all that 's French 't is Rank'd among the best And may prove better in our Language dress'd As Flowers Transplanted recompence our Toyl Doubling their Beauties with their Change of Soil This you must judge of only make us bold With kind Attention and you shall behold How Cleopatra Looks how Caesar Burns How Pompey Dyes and how Cornelia Mourns The Actors Names Caesar Lepidus Antonius Senators and followers of Caesar. Cornelia Wife to Pompey Philip Freed-man of Pompey Ptolomey King of Aegypt Cleopatra His Sister Photinus Achillas Counsellors to Petolomy Charmion Achoreus Adherers to Cleopatra Septimius A Degenerate Roman POMPEY Act the First Scene the First Enter Ptolomey Photinus Achillas Septimius Ptolom THe Fates disclose their Book and now we Read What of the Father and the Son 's decreed Th' amazed Gods awhile seem'd all divided What they demurr'd Pharsalia has decided Whose Rivers Dy'd with Blood and Rapid made Swell with the fury of the Roman blade Arms Eagles Bodies all Consus'dly spread Cover her Fields infected with the Dead Heaps of the Slain deny'd a Funeral Just Nature to their own Revenge does call From putrid Corps exhaling Poysonous airs Enough to plague the guilty Conquerours This is the Title of great Caesars cause At this dire Evidence by Mars his Laws Caesar's absolv'd and Pompey guilty cry'd This pitty'd Leader of the Juster side By weary Fortune of success bereft Is made a great example and has left The world a pattern of her Rowling Wheel Whose dismal turn whole Nations with him feel He whose Prosperity was wont to vye With his own Wish from Thessaly does fly The Vanquish'd Pompey to our Ports our Walls Our Court approaching for a Refuge calls From his own Father in Law his proud defeat Seeks where against the Tytans a retreat The Gods once found where in despight of all They that sav'd Heav'n he thinks may stop his fall And sharing the Despair on which he 's hurl'd May give a prop unto the Tottering world For the World's fate on Pompey's fate depends And to our Aegypt in distress he sends For Aid or Ruine a Recruit or Grave We must sink with him or his Fortunes save This tempest Friends your grave advice must calm He brings dread Thunder or the welcome Palm He Crown'd the Father Threatens now the Son Memphis he gave and hazards what h' has done His ruine I must share or else comply With Caesar's wish and make my Suppliant dye The first Unsafe the other Base and low I fear Injustice or an Overthrow Do what I can to whatsoe're I fly 'T is full of Danger or of Infamy The choice is mine and you are to consult What to incline me to by your result Pompey's the Theam and we must have the praise To trouble Caesar or compleat his Bays You sit on both their fortunes upon more Than any Council ever sat before Photin Sir When the Sword great Causes does decide Justice and Right good States-men lay aside And who will wisely Act in such a season Must ballance Strength and not examine Reason Weigh your own forces then and Pompey's might His Hopes are dash'd his fruitless Valour light 'T is not from Caesar only that he flies But from the dread reproach and wrathfull Eyes Of Romes great Senate whose best half invites To a Rich Banquet the Pharsalian Kites He flies the City and the Sons of Rome Which his Defeat to Slavery does Doom He flies the Rage of Nations and of Crowns That would revenge on him their Ransack'd Towns Their weakn'd States of Men and Money drain'd Their Reputation by his Losses stain'd The cause of all their Woes hated by all He flies the whole World shatter'd with his fall Will you against such Opposition stand And bear his Cause up with a single hand The hope he had was in himself alone What might be done he did he Overthrown You must give way will you sustain a weight Which Rome bends under shrinking from her height Maintain a Quarrel that has Thunder strook The reeling World and the great Pompey broke They that the faults of Fortune would amend And be too Just against themselves Offend Whilst indiscreetly kind with vain Effort They perish with those Friends they would support Their faith has a brave Lustre but they fall And honour lessens not the bruise at all Side with the Gods declare your felf for Fate Draw not on us their Thunder and their Hate Ask not how justly wherefore they chastise But worship him whom they would have to Rise Approve of their Decrees applaud their Will And whom they Frown on in Obedience Kill By divine Vengeance on all sides persu'd Pompey involves your Aegypt in the fewd His head that he has shifted so to Save Falling your Royal Company would have His present coming I Unfriendly deem Th' effect of Hatred rather than Esteem 'T is to Destroy you hither now to fly And can you doubt if he deserve to Dye He should have come with Bays upon his brows And with Success have seconded our Vows With Feasts and Triumphs then we had receiv'd him 'T is his own Fate not we that have deceiv'd him Not him but his ill Fortune we neglect For to his Person we would pay Respect Caesar subdu'd by the same Sword had Dy'd With which less willingly we peirce his side Under his Ruine you must shelter take And in this Storm his Death your Harbour make Which though the World should reckon as a Crime Is but a Just compliance with the time The strict regard of Justice does annoy The power of Crowns and policy Destroy 'T is the Prerogative of Kings to spare Nothing when they their own Destruction fear He wants no Danger whom the care of Right Keeps from Injustice when 't is requisite Who to his Royal Power no bound would have

To his own Conscience must not be a Slave And thus you have my Counsel mighty Sir Who Kills the Conquer'd Gains the Conquerour Achil. Photinus Sir speaks well but though the Day Pompey has lost his Person yet I weigh I reverence that Blood the Gods did spare When his whole Army such a Fate did share Nor see I reason why it should be spilt Unless it prove a necessary Guilt What needs such Rigour your Estate is sure Who takes no part can make no Forfeiture You may stand Neuter as you did before Though Caesar's rising Fortune you adore And treat him like a God by my advice You shall not make him such a Sacrifice For Mars it were too precious and will give Your name a Blot you never shall Out-live It is enough that Pompey hither came And found no Succour to keep you from blame The Senate by his inclination led Set Aegypts Crown upon your Fathers head And yet I say not Kings should gratefull be Beyond the bounds and rule of Policy They of their people ought more care to shew Than gratitude for all that they can owe A Crown bestow'd can lay no Obligation On him that takes it to destroy his Nation Besides if every circumstance be weigh'd What ventur'd Pompey in your Fathers aid He sought thereby to make his Credit known And glory got by rendring him his own He to the Senate an Oration made But Caesar's thousand Talents did perswade Had not that Treasure made your Fathers way In vain had been whatever he could say He for you then for him to Caesar you May plead 't is all with safety you can do And all you owe him to receive him here Were to admit a Guest that you must fear A Conquer'd Consul is so great a thing That he will bear himself above a King Forbid him Landing then and spare his Head But if your Majesty will have him Dead Command this Sword to execute your Will Great Pompey's blood I 'le be the first shall spill Septim Dread Sir I am a Roman and do know Both these Commanders and their Interest too To succour Pompey were a dangerous part To chace him hence would gain but half the heart Of mighty Caesar and make him your foe Who yet perhaps may to such Greatness grow Raising new Forces both at Land and Sea That he at length with Caesor may agree And both revenge themselves on such a friend Whose cold Neutrality did both offend In rendring him I no less danger find Caesar to Pardon him must seem inclin'd And with false glory make glad Rome believe T is for her sake he lets his Rival live Whilst in the secret of his thoughts he knows That his forc'd Clemency to you he owes Free Caesar then from Danger and from Guilt And let his fortune on your shame be built Pompey destroy'd of Caesar we are sure And from the Vengeance of the Dead secure This my advice is what Achillas said Would give you cause to Live of both afraid Ptolom Then to Necessity let Justice vail And the Plurality of Votes prevail My inclination too favours that doom Which may abate this Arrogance of Rome Let her that does the prostrate World bestride Lose at one stroke both Liberty and Pride Let Pompey Dye in whom her Hopes do Live To the World 's Tyrants-let's a Tyrant give Let us contribute to the Fates decree To make them Subjects and us Monarchs free At least our Masters by this brave resolve In the same Servitude we shall involve Go then Achillas with Septimius go And make us famous by this noble blow Had Heav'n to Pompey been propitious It had not sent him to Endanger us Achil. Sir What a King commands is always just Ptolom Hast then begon and answer this great Trust Which well perform'd our Throne secure you make Remember Rome and Aegypt are at Stake Exeunt Scene the Second Ptolomey Photinus Ptolom PHotinus this our Sister will deceive That hopes a Crown from Pompey to receive She knows he has our Father's Will in guard And sees her way to Royalty prepar'd By his arrival she already plays The Queen and her Ambitious hopes betrays Thinking by Pompey's friendship and his might To ratifie that Will and share my Right She looks as if she were already grown My Mistriss or my Partner in the Throne Photin Sir 't is a Motive which I did not urge That Pompey's Death will her ill humours purge Your cause decided by that antient Host Of our late King would half the Kingdome cost His Will performed will divide your State Yet wish I not you should your Sister hate By Nature's Law she ought to have her part Not in the Royal Throne but in your Heart To Reign in Consort little Honour brings And you would seem Commissioners not Kings This way how oft have States distracted been But see your Sister the pretended Queen Scene the Third Ptolomey Cleopatra Photinus Cleop. Pompey's arriv'd Sir shall he come alone Ptolom Achillas and Septimius both are gone To wait upon him hither Cleop. Are they two Enough for him Ptolom Why Sister you may go Cleop. Were it too much had you in Person gone Ptolom Yes I must keep the honour of the Throne Cleop. Remember Sir who plac'd you there and bow To that Great man to whom you so much owe. Ptolom Yes your Great man's deserted and o'rethrown Cleop. Still he is Pompey and gave you the Crown Ptolom 'T is Pompey's Ghost which has oblig'd the Ghost Of our Dead father let him go and boast Those merits past upon his Monument Thither perhaps e're long he may be sent Cleop. Pompey a Ghost and sent unto a Grave Is this the welcome he deserves to have Ptolom 'T is what the Gods inspired us to do And what the Kingdoms good compell'd us to Cleop. Photin and such mean Counsellours I fear Have with base Counsel poysoned your Ear. Photin The counsel Madam we must all avow Cleop. Peace till I stoop to mingle words with you Ptolom She is my Sister let her humour sway For your known Innocence there needs no plea. Cleop. Sir Let that horrid Sentence be recall'd If not too late nor longer be enthrall'd To these low Slaves but such advice imbrace As Heav'n suggests to those of our high Race Ptolom Swell'd with the hopes of Pompey's friendship you Speak like a Queen and think to make us bow With a false shew of Virtue you can hide Your Interest too and your Ambitious pride With Pompey's Death you could be well content Did he not keep our Father's Testament Cleop. No Sir 'T is honour and not Interest Which for great Pompey makes me thus Contest Take here a Secret which will let you know My Hopes are built upon his Mortal foe When the Rude people of this barbarous Town Made the Late King desert his Royal Throne His Native Soil he left in hope to find Rome's Senate to their old Confederate kind To move their Pity we both went